I am not one to wake up early. Especially not on a Monday morning. But sometimes waking up early, starting your day bright and early is the best thing ever. Being able to take you time. Have a long breakfast. Get ready at a slow pace. It sets the tone for the rest of the day.
I am always in a rush. Trying to get to work on time. Running around, hurrying. And it is tiring. It makes you feel like there aren’t enough hours in a day.
Starting the day slowly, taking your time, watching the night turn into day. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful. And still it is so hard to get out of bed in the morning. Because it means dreams fade away and you have to come to reality. But every now and then, you do it. And it’s wonderful.